Historically, it has been easier to hide
that being alone
isn’t also sometimes
2016 was quite the year. I’ve come back to life a bit. I still feel though, at times, that it’s happening too slowly. I know it can’t be rushed, no matter how much I want to be open, receptive, and demonstrative now. I hope I can manage to keep the forward momentum, enough so that things keep going in the direction they seem to be.
It’s been a long time.
But I’m excited again.
And I’m nervous. So nervous!
If I can just stop overthinking.
If I can just relax and breathe.
If I can loosen up and play.
I think I could really enjoy this.
I know I could.
Get out of your head.
I wanted you to know that I was awake as you slept.
I felt you move closer and hold me,
felt you unconsciously kiss my nose,
lost somewhere deep within a dream.
We are not lovers and we never have been.
And, likely, never will be.
But I was awake while you were sleeping.
And I wanted to tell you
that I liked lying awake
next to you.
Another older one I thought I’d bring to live here.
Your lack of effort tells me more
Than your behavior when we’re near
Convenience and boredom have a funny way of acting like interest
And it leaves me frustrated and cold
When all I want’s a little warm
An old poem from I wanted to give a new home here on this blog.
ruse to bruise
wrong to right
there is no blame
just a blunted point
Some thoughts I let play out on paper instead of in my head.
Not everyone’s intentions are good, but not everything we perceive to be is really there. Sometimes it’s just a projection of your own fear.